Project 1: [voice] un: hello

[unluckynumberseven]

[The Eluvio definitely made him nervous, bringing back memories of a different highly technological setting, but Emil had already made the decision to keep his weird skull-like head up and carry on. That was all there was to do, right? So even though he was scared, he was not only going to wear the strange clothes they gave him and try his best at his first ever real job, but he was going to... try to talk to new people.

It still felt like a real accomplishment, even if he did feel a lot safer not using the video feed. He just didn't want to scare anyone..]

Hello, everyone! My name is Emil.

[There. A perfectly normal thing to say! He could do this. He was going to ignore his anxieties and be brave like his friends.]

This is really confusing, but... as long as I'm here, I want to help! I can use magic, and I can fight with it, so if anyone needs a helping hand, like in a dangerous situation... I could do that.

[He can feel himself growing more and more self-conscious, so he hurries to wrap it up.]

Oh! And... does anyone know where I could get some gloves? Really small ones?

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[unluckynumberseven]

[Emil nods at the question.]

Yeah, true petrification. I was just the failsafe for the real ultimate weapon, so I guess they decided that was all I needed.

[hellshot]

...

A 'failsafe'. What a shitty existence. [He doesn't mince his word, but he waves his hand.]

Fuck all of that. Live for yourself, don't need to be used for anything like that, unless it's what you want.

[unluckynumberseven]

You know, it's funny, but you sound a lot like a friend of mine.

[Right down to the language.]

She used to say the same thing. I just have to figure out what to do now.

[Because he definitely wasn't expecting to end up on a spaceship talking to a bunch of colorful strangers.]

[hellshot]

She sounds half sensible, then. You should listen to her.

[Anyone who sounds like him is fine in his books apparently. He waves a hand at Emil.]

You're just a brat, aren't you? You'll figure it out.

Find out what you like and haul ass from there.

[unluckynumberseven]

Yeah... I think you're right.

[He has a lot of new stuff to think about, and Reaper's definitely partially responsible. His face is still what it is, but he seems a bit brighter as he waves back.]

Thanks, Reaper!

[hellshot]

[He waves a hand at the screen.]

Yeah.

See you around, kid.